birds are many many many
mending me from radio frequencies, (near)
or need by modern escape off scope
blocked by jobs of odd building blocks...
incomplete song of praise evens out in evening
but I remember the brunt of earth
is anticipated yet not to be runt
as I see a bow of wings for something,
gift as to children over creatures acres
Author notes
quaint static --
meek with music ~
I hope you meant no end rhyme
A contest entry
- when it happens by Melissa Gayle.
1000 points, ended October 21, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
please leave off good luck, unnatural emoticons, applause symbols...hypes
Comments
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This is a different piece, in places it almost feels abstract and then at odd times pulls together.
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Melissa Gayle thanks for gleaning a go of this
ah the shifting could be as when I'm warm one can choreograph me, so when subject matter was bothersome the type of write bent down yet had a get back to it feeling, almost too long...
all the clicks I used for the contest were enjoyable...
called Carolyn
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